Event: Consolidation Theory, Part One and Two

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Characters: red-marked characters
Location: ???
Date: Morning & Day 353
Summary: You wake up in a cell.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please note in subject lines for anything specific that comes up

Consolidation Theory OOC Post
Part Two OOC Post

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[devoutish]

[Alfie rolls onto his back, almost (but luckily, not quite) flopping his arm into the puke on the floor. His eyes are still shut, but his head is tilted up.]

Mm, yeah. A proper sun.

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a protesting noise at Alfie just - flopping his arm down, but. ]

I can't see it, but you enjoy it.

[devoutish]

Give it time. It'll move along the sky and shine into your cell soon enough.

[The logic makes sense to him, okay.]

[bywolves]

Yeah.

[ He's reluctant to take this away from Alfie, honestly, even if it's a hallucination. Royce pauses. ]

Do me a favor and roll over to your right, though. [ Away from the vomit. ]

[devoutish]

[He does as requested, but has to lie there breathing harshly for a few long moments afterward. Rolling doesn't help nausea.]

Thought I heard Tifa earlier.

[He finally murmurs.]

[bywolves]

What did she say?

[ Royce curls up against the barrier and the wall, eyes closed, just listening. ]

[devoutish]

Couldn't tell. Don't remember. I just heard her voice.

[He grunts.]

Hearing things.

[bywolves]

They drugged you. [ Royce says, with a sigh. ] Probably the side effects.

It'll wear off eventually.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[A heavy sigh.]

There's never gonna see a proper sun in Norfinbury.

[bywolves]

No. [ His voice gets quiet. ] But it's nice to think about. Nice to imagine.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah.

[He suppresses a full-body shiver.]

I don't know what they gave me, Royce.

[bywolves]

Watson said something about memory inhibiting. They're taking memories or... or something.

[ Royce presses his forehead to the wall. ] I'm sure Miller will end up telling us.

[devoutish]

Well.

[He turns his head to the side so that he can look at Royce, making a face when he sees the throw-up on the floor.]

I haven't forgotten Tifa or the sun.

[Look, Royce, he's making dumb jokes to make you feel better.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce sighs out slow. ]

That's good, at least. [ He doesn't feel a whole lot better, but. ]

[devoutish]

And I haven't forgotten you.

[bywolves]

No. You haven't. [ Thank every god to exist. His chest gets tight. ] We'll see how long that lasts.

[devoutish]

Royce.

[He curls a little tighter into herself, shivering.]

[bywolves]

Alfie. [ His voice is soft. ] Yeah?

[devoutish]

[No response. He's just... drifting off, lying on the floor next to his puke.]

[bywolves]

[ It's okay, Royce will let him. He'll keep a close eye out - until they come for him next. Until then, Royce protects him as much as possible. ]

[devoutish]

[If he's quiet when he's taken, Alfie will sleep through it, and then feel absolutely terrible about it afterwards. If he calls out to him or makes much noise, though, he'll wake up.]

[bywolves]

[ He is quiet, just because he's seen a few people go back and has figured out most of them can't do anything to stop it. When he comes back, though, the second time - he curls up in his cell and reaches to hold Tifa's hand.

A beat, then: ] Alfie. Are you awake?

[devoutish]

Mmph.

[He twitches, then cracks an eye, looking blearily at Royce in the cell across the way.]

Yeah. How long--

[How long had he been out?]

[bywolves]

I don't know. A while. Hours?

[ A pause, like he's letting someone else talk. ] Yeah.

[devoutish]

Did they take you?

[He sits up, a little alarmed.]